Sometimes M will do something that really surprises me and touches me. He gave Emma a doorknob. I know, you're probably thinking, whaaaa? Her room has never had a doorknob inside. The stump is there where the ancient doorknob used to be. An adult or someone fairly dextrous can turn the stump and let themselves out easily. Not so much, a four year-old.
We close Emma's door every night when she goes to bed. She has never even attempted to try to leave her room. If she needs us she'll call out from her bed. We never told her she couldn't get up in the night, but somehow she just never does.
One morning when M went in to wake her up the first thing she told him was her pants were wet. It was the first time she'd had an accident in her big girl bed, and even then it never soaked through. I guess M spent some time considering her plight that day. When he came home he had a doorknob for her, so she would have no problem letting herself out if she wanted to. And it wasn't any old ordinary doorknob. It's an antique porcelain one. To match the old house we live in. He commented that he'd had it in a drawer at the store for years and probably could have sold it a thousand times over. He probably could have gotten some good money for it too.
Now it's on Emma's door. She helped him install it and showed him that she could use it. Now I just wonder if the glue that holds her in bed all night will unstick if she truly needs to get up. We'll see. My baby's growing up.